Godparenting...It's fantastic. Having been through 2 weddings already, I'll tell you weddings are meant as a last test of your nerves as a couple. If you don't crack up on your wedding day, you'll last:)). And if you do, well, that's why there are godparents.
Some of the nicest wedding bunch ever was this August in Darlos, Romania, where our friends wed, starting with a really funky priest, the kind of sheperd you'd expect on top of a mountain 300 years ago. I'd told Ake that Romanian weddings last 3 days and 3 nights and got in returned this suspicious look "yeah, right", only to find that everyone had left the restaurant for the bride's and groom's house to continue the wedding party for the following 2 days.
Happy birthday, Marius! :)

Once upon a time bunch of people met in Colorado and got together everynight and played this dice game (Gabi, you'll go down in hystory for this one :)) called 6bash. Put together 10 people from all over sipping tea, coffee by the fireplace occasionally shouting out RATS! or equivalents in Spanish, Romanian, Thai, Korean, Czeck or Hungarian and you've got the picture. It was loads of laughs. But the game, wow, that was something. The greatest bluffing I've ever seen. And it wasn't me. :)
Mind reading, palms sweating (now, that was me!), begging (me, again!) for mercyyyy and eventualy the king's prize: the loosers duty. The idea of the "punishment" was generaly something that shocked the outsiders. Gabi, the initiator, lost the first round ever and had to dress up(hat, gloves, boots, snowboard - the whole thing) in the middle of the summer and go down at the main YMCA lodge and ask in a heavy Eastern European accent for slopes/snow info. Only in US people will candidly try to talk you out of it...she pulled a 30 minutes show...Happy trails, everyone!

I can wake up totally knaked, hop in the pool and the kids bring me back to the living. I really love them, I love that "ready to pop" with excitment. Last December when tsunami hit they saved me again. I'm generally a pretty happy person, but the tsunami after effects has to be the worst thing I've seen. Some of my kids died also, and I was dragging for weeks. Until, we started swimming again, and well, the truth is LIFE DOES GO ON. No matter what drama hits you, it does go on...I just love those smiles...Have a good one!

That's us, in Thailand. Surely you've heard stories, but for us the beauty of living here is the smell and feel of the street. You only need to stretch your toes and the orange juice lady is right here in front of your house. And if you hop out of pj's, there they are, the noodle guy, the coffee lady(I quit coffee a month ago and don't have the heart to tell her, man she's gonna be crushed loosing a steady customer), the veggie food girls, the stingy orchid guy. And then the islands...